Thunder is heard, Listen as he speaks
In the still of night, or brightness of the day, he seeks
Drawing near with each strike he makes
In his hand the lightening he takes
Hear his words, they rumble through the sky
With the ghostriders across the night
Striking to be heard, he nods his head
To the wolf on ground who heard what he said
Mingling together they become one
He from above, the wolf his son
Strength in body, cunning in hunt
As with lightening, His prey the wolf will taunt
Thunderwolf! Created with courage
Among the trees where he roams and forage
Coming among us when needed
Giving wisdom, joy, to be seeded
Hear his words, obey the sign
His name goes forth, he crosses all lines
Feel the bond he makes along the path
He is one, and offers what he has.

Spiritgirrl

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